Embarking on an adventure to escape the college hustle, I found myself boarding a bus from Chandigarh to R.Peo, a journey that unfolded into a mesmerizing escapade. The 14-hour overnight ride with HRTC, with locals sharing captivating tales, transported me into a realm far from reality. Awakening to the enchanting sights near Karcham Dam, the hues of the early morning, the gentle flow of the river, and the embracing mountains, it was an absolute departure from the ordinary. The serene pace, the crisp mountain air—everything felt impeccably perfect.
Upon reaching R.Peo around 8 a.m., my plan was set to head straight to Sangla Valley. But first, a rejuvenating cup of tea at the bus stand was in order. Soon, I found myself on another bus, traversing the Kinnaur Valley—a nerve-wracking ride at an altitude of 8,900 ft. The narrow, winding roads and semi-circular tunnels made it one of the most daring bus journeys I've ever experienced. Yet, by the grace of Lord HRTC, Sangla welcomed me.
My accommodation at Zostel Sangla, merely a 10-minute walk from the bus stand, nestled amidst apple orchards, exuded tranquility. Freshening up, I ventured to savor local delicacies from nearby shops, only to chance upon an old friend of Dr. Akash, adding a spontaneous twist to my plans. Together, we embarked on a bike trip to Chitkul, braving rain, challenging terrains, and seemingly perilous roads. Bagesh bhai made it an exhilarating yet nerve-wracking escapade. But surviving it felt like a triumph.
Back at the hostel, an evening by the common room's bonfire with cozy drinks became the cherry on top of an adventurous day. The following day, bidding adieu to Akash and his friends bound for Kaza, I found myself joining fellow travelers for a serene excursion to Rakcham. Lounging by the river, relishing meals at a charming café, and ending the day with a steaming cup of tea—bliss personified.
Another day unfolded, leading me back to Chitkul with Aditi, Rishi, and Vinay for a brief hike. The view from atop the mountain was breathtaking, etching an indelible memory. Later, I joined Naman, my college roommate, in R.Peo, fulfilling his long-held desire for a backpacking venture.
Opting to stay overnight in Peo due to limited morning buses to Kaza, we secured a budget-friendly hotel room near the bus stand. The early rise was for snagging those precious 5 a.m. tickets. As the journey commenced, the meeting point of Sutlej and Spiti rivers at Khab marked the start of a mesmerizing trip to Kaza. Crossing Nako and Tabo, the scenic extravaganza unfolded before us.
In Kaza, chance encounters led to shared accommodations, market explorations, and relishing local flavors. We had food at Kaza's famous The Himalayan,Loto ji the host was such a friendly man. A sightseeing Sumo tour with newfound friends offered a picturesque odyssey from Langza to Hikkim, chicham bridge to Kee monastery—a visual treat straight out of a postcard.
Returning to Kaza, indulging in local cuisine, and finding a hospitable homestay marked the end of an eventful day. An impromptu stargazing session, capturing the Milky Way, added a celestial touch to the night.
The journey back to Peo was bittersweet, bidding farewell to fellow travelers. Naman and I then ventured to the charming village of Kalpa. After some exploration, we settled at Chinni Guest House, struck by the breathtaking sight of Kinnaur Kailash.
The flavorsome Rajma Chawal at Monu Dhaba became a culinary highlight, while visiting the renowned Suicide Point and relishing local meals wrapped up our Kalpa sojourn. Eventually, the bus ride back to Chandigarh might have left my pockets empty, but the indelible imagery of the mountains now painted a different picture in my mind.